In the throes of depression you’ll find you’re not alone
You’ve got the sadness, the sorrows
And all the fears you call your own

In the silence of loneliness you’ll find it’s not that bad
You got the time to dwell
On all the good times that you had

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In the throes of depression
You have got a friend
Someone to rely on
That you can drink up in the end

In the wake of your solitude you’ll see it can’t get worse
You got the sense of belonging
To the darkness that you nurse

In your hours of remembrance you’ll see it ain’t that sad
You know it can’t hurt more
And that might just make you glad